Today is piano lesson day and tomorrow is Open House, and I'm hoping with the busy-ness of these two days I can avoid the call of the fudge etc. I know I just need to get out of my own head and simply live moment to moment, making the right choice in each minute.
I thought I was over being scared of losing weight - but maybe those butterflies I talked about a few posts ago, when I think of reaching goal, were fear instead of excitement. Or maybe both. I worry that I won't know my own body. That I won't feel like myself. I still have those silly fears that I'm going to feel like I have to act like an idiot because I'm thin - because the people we know are into drinking and partying still, and they are older than I am, and they just haven't settled down - and I guess I think that's what my husband wants and if I'm thin, I won't have any excuse to avoid that kind of scene that just doesn't appeal to me. He's told me he doesn't want that, either - but thin=college to me and it's going to be scary creating a whole new mental picture of myself - reinventing myself as a thin person but not as a kid again. A thin MOM. A thin WIFE. My only positive examples of those roles are fat people. I don't know personally any thin, active moms. OK, I do know one thin, active wife. And she's a dancer so I think it's best I not look to her body and try to emulate it. There lies trouble.

It's been said to me before - stop worrying about what will happen and just allow it to happen. I'll still be me, just thin. And I guess that's scary, too - and why I'm glad I'm getting back into counseling.